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Chief Keef

Michelin

 

Michelin

(album: The Leek, Vol. 2 - 2015)


[Chief Keef:]
I just put a silencer...on my gun
Almighty, Glo gang
Know how we rocking like cutoff stockings
Keep kush in our pockets
Fuck nigga stop it

[Hook:]
I just put a silencer on my gun
I'm just like a scavenger on a hunt
These hoes don't like a nigga, they love my money
These niggas don't like a nigga, they all want something
Well I'ma send my savages on a hunt
I had to put a bounty set on my hunt
Show no love, that shit get you killed and get you caught
I'm rolling, I'm Almighty Sosa, Michelin

Rolling like the Michelin Man, with my minute man
Fuck your petitions man, aye let's get it man
What's up with Benjamin, that's a nigga's friend
God came and got me out and let a nigga in
I remember pushing white hoes like the Michelin Man
I remember robbing white folks for they shizzle man
I remember toting my pole ready to get your man
I remember selling white dope to the piggies man
Cause they came to get me man, at my grandma's house
And I let them in, but I ain't open my mouth
And this ain't how I get that
I told on my grandma, I get a damn check
Get my damn shit, and I spend it on dope
They ask how I sell it, I say I break it up 'fore
And put it in that fast and then I sell it to those
Clucks who come to the back door
Tryna get a fix doe, and buy this shit doe

[Hook]

[Matti Baybee:]
Pockets like Michelin, hundred Benjamins
Don't do division, on my dividends
Cause my homies in penitentiaries
Doing sentences, green face my president
Hundred Franklins
'Member when I wore the same clothes for a minute man
Now a youngin counting bank rolls, making millions
So much designer I might change clothes, True Religion
Just might pull up in the Range Rove, I'm out the mini vans
Kicking doors with Timberlands, but I made it out
I just cashed a check, finna spend it on a house
Just got off the phone with Sosa he said make it count
Money on the counter, money on the couch
So we getting a check, better not send no shot
Cause then we send it all back
I do not like no Prada, wear Giuseppe with that
These whack boys think they hot, we add pressure to that

[Hook]

done

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